When I was maybe 12, my brothers friends, 7 boys, decided it would be a great idea to chase me around a park, pin me up against a fence and touch me up. These boys were my brothers friends. I was his sister; we had all had countless days together playing on our bikes, at the park, in the river. Some of them were like other brothers to me. I was the only girl allowed in their 'gang'.
There was a man in the park with his little girl, and as I was kicking, screaming my lungs up and crying my eyes out the little girl asked her daddy if I was okay. "They're just playing sweety" was his reply. I have no idea who this man was, but as soon as he said that I realised that people don't help. I was being attacked by 7 boys, and that man just left with his little girl.
My dream took me back there because there was someone wanting to kiss me, and I said no, which was how it all started in the park, but because I have A no was no, so I started running, and then I was in the park.
I rode/ran my bike the mile home, still crying my eyes out and ran into the arms of my mum, both her and my sister gave me the biggest hugs. It was my sister who weaseled exactly what had happened out of me, mum was running me a bath and had got me my favourite cuddly toy, I'd said the basics to her already. I didn't go down the park for months after that, never went out to play, unless it was with Gabrielle. The police came round, I had to go and write a statement, I remember going to the police station and sitting on mum's lap because the counter was too high for me.
Then one day, Matt, one of the boy's (Aaron) brothers came round, "Is L in? Can she come out and play?" Aaron stayed at the bottom of the drive, Matt didn't know why I didn't want to come out that day, not till he got home and he made Aaron tell him, they lived a good 20 minutes bike ride away from mine, and Matt rode back to give me a hug and say he was sorry, Matt hadn't done anything wrong.
When I first started going out with A I got nervous when he would touch me, because it took me back, now its different, I trust him completely. Even in a park.
The second dream was good. A was giving me mega amounts of compliments, and flirting, and just looked hot. Weird bit about this dream was I was really tired, and so A told me to go to sleep, and then I woke up. weeeeeiiiirrrrrrddddddddd.
